Winter
Tears dripping from a cold northern moon
The white earth cracked
As the frozen lake lay waiting
For the lonely cry of the summer loon
A ghostly light drifted through the trees
It wrapped itself in silence
Like a windless night on a windless sea
The silence was torturous
And it tortured me
Demons danced with the northern lights
while devils painted faces on the stars
the hoar frost lit up the night
like a million fire flies playing in a jar
I'm just a spec, a bit of dust
On this vast desert of white
I dare not speak I dare not move
I dare not make a sound
For that cold devil wind will find me
Shivering, half frozen to the ground
And cast my soul into the night
never to be found
by Brian Wesner Nov/3/1998
Can You Touch
Can you touch a feeling
And hold it in your hand
For just a fleeting moment
And try to understand
The Miracle of a heart beat
A tiny grain of sand
The perfumed rose
A baby's hand
A tapestry of puzzles abound
Some pieces fit
Others are still unfound
And when at last
The finished picture stands
When man has found all the pieces
To God's miracle plan
The universe will celebrate
Man's new found stance
Of turning away from war
And giving peace a chance
Brian Wesner June/2003
Jesus came for tea
He said my name is Jesus
So I invited him in for tea
We sat and we began to talk
He seemed a bit strange to me
He said he hated his father
for what he did at Calvary
He said he always wanted a little brother
Someone just like me
He said you tell a joke quite well
And make a great cup of tea
He sipped his tea
And looked at me
and played with the beads on his lap
He said thanks for listening
And for being such an understanding chap
and then he was gone
And I awoke from my nap
Written by Brian Wesner June/2008
I
Separation
About six months ago today
My wife said sit down dear
I've got something I want to say
I've been seeing this other man
And it's gone way beyond holding hands
I think it's time we got a separtion
Separation is a social ill
some blame it on the tube
Some blame it on the pill
Whatever the reason
I've had my fill of separation
Well you know I was feeling awfully low
When my wife said cheer up dear
There's something you should know
My lawyer just called
And he said all is fine
Everything you own is all mine
I think it's time we got a separation
Separation is a social ill
some blame it on the tube
Some blame it on the pill
Whatever the reason
I've had my fill of separation
Written by Brian Wesner
Fields of St.Albert
The noise is far away
I can't hear a whisper
Peace gently takes my hand
And I walk
Throught the fields of St.Albert
Summer winds
And I think once again
Of the storms I've been through
And I lift my chin
And the willows bend
And I walk
through the fields of St. Albert
Life twists and turns
And sometimes it burns
the soul to a blackened ember
But from the ashes of despair
I rise from my chair
And I walk
Through the fields of St.Albert
Written by Brian Wesner
The rolling hills of Tennessee
For Anthony and Jess
The rolling hills of Tennessee
God's garden for you and me
Silver rivers and turquoise skys
Sweet blue grass music
Night stars in your eyes
Far away from worldly noise
This land of pick up trucks
And good old boys
Country music pickin and grin in
A great place
For a new beginning
Journey with me
And We'll share this land
We'll build a home
Where our love will stand
Through life storms
Whatever they may be
Our love will last forever
Like the rolling hills
Of Tennessee
Written by Brian Wesner Mar/2011
ABBEY CONNET
Old Abbey Connet lived up byGough lake
His farm looked like a bit of a mistake
A crooked old barn and a shanty old house
And outside an old hound dog scratching a louse
Old Abbey seldom took a bath
He spit on the floor and let go a laugh
And then out from behind the stove
Staggered a new born calf
He said I found the critter out in the storm
his momma had died
and he was look-in a little worn
So I brought him back and warmed him up
Now he's runnin around here like a newborn pup
Old Abbey only drank one beer a day
He said he did it
ever since his wife passed away
He'd sip his beer and I'd watch a tear
Slide slowly down his face
As he looked at an old faded picture
Of a pretty girl all dressed in lace
I guess you could say
old Abbey and I were friends
A lonely old man and a kid just ten
He would tell me stories of cowboys and men
In his shanty old house
With its roof made of tin
Written by by Brian Wesner Nov/2015
Tonight
Tonight an old man is crying
About the young boy he used to be
How all his dreams have disappeared
Like the leaves on a windblown tree
Now all he has are his memories
Of how it used to be
He thinks about the prairie wind
Whispering about places far away
He remembers how he used to run
And how he used to play
It all seemed so easy then
In those days so far away
The years slipped by so quickly
He hardly seen them go
The good times the bad times
He watched the river of life flow
It doesn’t seem to matter now
His sun is sinking low
He remembers his best friend
That slowly passed away
All the laughs they shared together
All the Love he can never repay
He will miss him forever
He wished he could have stayed
But tomorrow is another day
And life will go on
So he dries his eyes
And tries not to think
About the cards of life he’s drawn
Life is a just a gamble
No matter what your stance
Whatever comes your way
It’s all just a game of chance
You have to walk your own walk
Dance your own dance
And each and every day
Smile and Give life another chance
©Brian Wesner Mar/12/2016
Seaside
Blonde curls and little body's
Dressed in summer bronze
who disappear behind
barnacle rocks
Searching, exploring
For fishes, shells or crabs
Splashing in water
Building castles of sand
Unconcious of their journey
Toward being woman and man.
Brian Wesner August/77
Mexican Child
The eyes
Beautiful eyes
Innocent eyes
Loving eyes
Desperate eyes
Hungry eyes
The hands
Tiny Hands
Dirty hands
Delicate hands
Out stretched hands
Empty hands
I felt
I wept
I loved
She understood
I understood
I did nothing
Brian Wesner 1994
When its my time
When its my time
I'll just smile and say goodbye
When its my time
Please don't cry
I've seen a golden sunset
Across the prairie wild and green
I've sailed upon the oceans
I've dreamed many dreams
I've held a newborn baby
My life has been blessed
But the love I shared with you
Has been the best of the very best
To Kathy: My love, My partner. My friend
Written by Brian Wesner Nov/1999
Iron Worker
My name is Jack
And it's a fact
That I'm an iron worker you see
When your driving over that bridge so high
I want you to think of me
In the freezing rain
Or the boiling sun
You'll here my hammer ring
And with nothing below
But air you know
You can always here me sing
Rig that riggin high boys
Rig that riggin high
Let those riviets fly boys
Let those rivets fly
It's a long long time to quittin time
so rig that riggin high
There's old sure foot Slim
With a toothless grin
And young John MacTeer
They can walk a beam in the howling wind
and never show no fear
There's old riveter Ed
And it's been said
That he has a deadly aim
He can hit his mark
When its pitch black dark
He's the best one at the game
Now most men fear
To work way up here
And so cling to the Earth below
But way up here
Things seem so clear
And your closer to God you know
So I'll walk that beam
And I'll make it seem
Like I'm walking on a cloud
My Hammer will ring
And you'll hear me sing
Rig that riggin high boys
Rig that riggin high
Let those riviets fly boys
Let those rivets fly
It's a long long time to quittin time
so rig that riggin high
In Memory of my Step Father
Jack Marcus
Written by Brian Wesner March/6/2011
Her day goes by
She looks out the window
As the sea rolls in
She plays a melody
On her silver flute
Her day goes by
A brown macrame hangs in the window
It took her three weeks to make it
Its design leaves a woven shadow on the wall
Her day goes by
A black hairy dog trots up her lane
His side tracking gate amuses her
And she marvels
At God's sense of humor
Her day goes by
A slow peaceful parade
The sky the sea
Timeless in themselves
weave a tapestry of contentment
her day goes by
Written by Brian Wesner
The Brain
What's this happening in my cranium
No I haven't been exposed to uranium
it's just this thing called the brain again
It's sizzling and popping
With questions and thoughts
Did Marilyn Monroe like movies
Did Kennedy know he was shot
What's this happening in my cranium
No I haven't been exposed to uranium
it's just this thing called the brain again
Neurons are twitching and dancing
Alive and well
Deeper and deeper
Into life's mysteries they dwell
Are lady bugs really ladies
Is there a Heaven
Is there a Hell
What's this happening in my cranium
No I haven't been exposed to uranium
it's just this thing called the brain again
Little fibrous fibers
are forming a web
It's a wonderous thing
That goes on in my head
I can blast into space
I can fly to the moon
I can create a masterful painting
To hang in the Louvre
Or imagine tiny Fairies
that dance on pin drops of dew
There's not a single thing
That my mind can't do
What's this happening in my cranium
No I haven't been exposed to uranium
it's just this thing called the brain again
Brian Wesner May/95
I Our Fathers
Our fathers are intertwined by blood
Through links of timeless dust
I am my father
Brian Wesner
My Prairie Mother
Prairie sunsets
Crocuses in spring
A weathered hand
A simple gold ring
A soft voice in the night
A loving kiss in the morning
I never saw her beauty then
Some days her hands ached
From working from dawn to dusk
She never wanted fine things
She gave her best to us
If she wanted a better way
She never let it show
Her heart was filled with love
That's all she let us know
I haven't been the best
That a son can be
I've caused a lot of worry
Pain and misery
I can never repay
the loving things she did for me
Now all I have left are the memories
And a stone marker by a lonely tree
In Memory of Venetia Marcus/
Wesner
Written by Brian Wesner
East Hasting's Street
I see your eyes are sightless
A wound from the war machine
You thought your life was going to be easy
A walk in the park, a beautiful thing
But it kicked you in the head kid
It kicked you in the head
Now you have a needle up your arm
And you wishing you were dead
You walk the lonely city streets
your chilled through and through
Your wearing rags around your shoulders
And there's holes in your shoes
you wonder how it happened
That you ended up this way
With devils and demons for friends
Your life in decay
So you shove another needle
Into your scar tracked vein
and you fly away
To where there is no pain
To where there is no pain
To where there is no pain
To where there is no pain
To where there is no pain
Written by Brian Wesner
Across the broken Moon
Across the broken moon
The clouds swept that night
The night was chill
The air was still
A child cried in fright
Across the broken moon
Light glowed from it's cratered crust
While on the Earth below
Row upon row
Steal buildings turned to rust
Across the broken moon
A missile made its way
With its payload of horror
once delivered
No one will ever say
Look at the clouds
Across the broken moon
Written by Brian Wesner
I'.
The last summer rose
I picked it today
And brought it in from the cold
It was the last one to bloom
Fall leaves were turning gold
It seemed more beautiful
Then the ones I picked before
Its hues of red
Were bright and deep
Its petals stood
Like mountains steep
A last look at summer
A treasure to keep
All wrapped in beauty
Sleep summer sleep
The Kite
Are you the man with the kite
The one that flew all morning
In the blue cloudless sky
I watched you from my window
As you ran quickly by
Hey Mister
Can I have a try
Written by Brian Wesner
ANOTHER YEAR
Another year around the sun
Another trip just begun
The universe unfolds
New songs to be sung
Old and new friends in tow
Come along with me
It's time to start the show
We'll journey lifes highway together
Round and round we'll go
Friends and lovers
Tripping around the sun
We'll make the trip
On earth's sweet ship
Our journey has just begun
We'll sail the skies
With eyes open wide
New friends and horizons to discover
We'll wave at the stars as they go by
Around the universe we'll hover
And hope for peace
For each friend,foe, and brother
A Mother's Cry
The morning was crisp and white
Our little family of wolves
seemed to be doing all right
My youngest child
kissed me on the cheek
And said I love you mom
He is always so sweet
My oldest son was rolling in the snow
With a big smile on his face
to let us all know
That it was great to be alive
He put on quite a show
My husband cuddled close as if to say
I love you dear in so many ways
He nipped me behind my ear
It was a beautiful beginning
to a brand new day
With much yipping and yelping
And the occasional howl
We're off to find food
And so we began our prowl
Running for miles to pick up the trail
Of the weakest of the weak
Our stomachs were empty
So we could not fail
Then my husband stopped
dead in his tracks
then I saw the hairs rise on his back
He looked towards the sky
And gave out a frightened cry
He said run and hide
The best way you can
For coming towards us
Was the killing machine of man
Thunder claps and fire
Spewed from the sky
I heard my youngest
Give out a mournful cry
The snow was now red
With my families blood
I watched them all fall
With a horrible thud
Then the killing machine was gone
Back into the sky
I threw back my head
And howled why why why
Written by Brian Wesner Jan/2016
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On A lonely foggy street
Somewhere in some part of the world
on a lonely foggy street
she is walking and thinking
of all the things she missed
A love affair that will never be
A loving gentle kiss
ghosts drift by in the mist
faces from long ago
appear and drift
the years went by so fast
she watched them as they passed
but now they've gone
good times and lovers
they never seem to last
She walks through the night
her footsteps echo behind
she ponders her future
and wonders if she'll ever find
the happiness she seeks
That preys upon her mind
Somewhere in some part of the world
she listens to her heartbeat
and the echo of her feet
as she fades into the mist
Somewhere in some part of the world
on a lonely foggy street
Memories of Lloyd Wesner by Brian Wesner
Today the prairie winds whisper a lonely song
An old cowboy named Lloyd is gone
A pioneer who helped shaped the west
As cowboys go he was one of the best
He would ride his Palomino
With his old dog named Rover
Running along his side
Through the prairie grass and clover
He loved his cattle Each and every one
And keeping them alive and well
Meant his work was never done
But words of despair he whispered none
His journey through life was long and tough
Life dealt him many blows
But Lloyd was made from special stuff
He always took it on the chin no matter how rough
I’ll say good bye to my cousin and friend
And hope the pain in my heart
Will eventually mend
And send him on to God
For an eternity of peace to spend
Trees
I've climbed them
I sat in their branches
Like a contented bird
And felt safe and secure
While the wind
Rustled their leaves
Like feathers
I've stood under a redwood giant
And listened to it's sigh
As it told me
Of days gone by
I've seen trees standing tall
Stretching to infinity
Across rolling hills
Their greenness
Melting into
an endless horizon
I've seen them naked
Silhouetted by a harvest moon
Like natures soldiers
Standing side by side
Upon a mountain tall
I've seen them bending
in the prairie wind
Alone on an endless plain
A monument standing tall
Against all odds to reign
Someday I hope to climb
That tree again
By BriaN WesneR
© dec 2020
